So what if it’s true?
The weak is true.
The inevitable is true.
When you align yourself with the truth
It means you don’t have anything to do.
It means you aren’t going to love me.
The truth is inevitable—
So what’s the point of trying to be true,
If it happens, no matter what we do?
Once, I overheard you
Using voices with someone else
That you never used with me.
You aren’t you. You’re just a strategy.
This sickens me.
You split yourself apart
For the sake of a cunning art
Which is, in its way, true,
Since truth lies in its various parts,
Among the broken hearts
Which couldn’t be false
Anymore than they could be true.
There wasn’t anything to do
As you came into view.
Scarriet 
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